No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"I'm really entangled!!! Now my legs are weak and my eyes are black!!!"

"Then you can eat more Huiyuan Shenbao Tablets, oh yes, Liuwei Dihuang Pills are fine too." The other party's reply made Li Cheng's blood vessels tense, "Ahem, but... if the administrator really If you are entangled by it, you can go to see Mr. Yin Yang, witches, Taoist priests, etc., maybe it will work!"

"If it still doesn't work, then you can only ask for luck."

The host who posted this message quickly went offline, leaving only Li Cheng looking at the messy computer screen alone.

[File number: MQ-2016-0428-1]

【Dongjiang Province Minqing City Dongyang Puppet Hanako Incident (Code Name: Ghost Doll)】

[Hazard level: D- (restricted level)]

[Behavior: curse]

【Whether it can be controlled: Yes】

【Whether it can be eliminated: yes】

[Priority: None]

[Details: abbreviated (keywords, Minqing City, Toyo Dolls, Hanako)]

【Control measures: none】

This entry was newly created on 2016.8.1, at 8:22 am:

5月3日，晚23时46分，东江国安特勤六处埋葬机关运输车辆遭遇不明人士袭击，运输员：柳少青、王偲牺牲。编号：MQ-2016-0428-1（代号：鬼娃娃）失踪。

At 5:4 on May 16th, it was confirmed that the unknown person who attacked the transportation vehicle of the Sixth Burial Office of Dongjiang Guoan Teqin was a member of the Tarot Society, code-named: Gaota.

At 5 o'clock on May 5th, Chu, a member of the 3nd Detachment of the Special Service Team of the Armed Police Force of Handong Province, wiped out the towers of members of the Tarot Society in the mountainous area at the junction of Handong Province, Minqing City.

5月5日6时-5月15日6时，寻觅鬼娃娃花子未果，档案冻结。

On May 5th, the Sixth Office of the Dongjiang Guoan Special Service issued a red notice against the cult organization Tarot Society. As of July 15, four members of the Tarot Society: the hermit, the devil, the chariot, and Death were exterminated.

Note: When the key words of the newly created file meet two of Minqing City, Toyo Doll, and Hanako, the file will be unfrozen and the investigation will be restarted.

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The dark night sky is like a huge curtain, blocking all light.

Su Che stood alone on the platform of the deserted Jiangdu Garden Station holding a black umbrella. He spread his palms, and the pattering raindrops fell on his palms, making them feel slightly cold, "The rain is getting heavier and heavier."

The buildings on both sides of the road looked a little blurry in the increasingly heavy rain. It was still early, but there was no light to be seen near Jiangdu Garden.

The other side of the river is still brightly lit, and the light refracted by the rain curtain is projected into the dark night sky, illuminating a large area, in stark contrast to the Jiangdu Garden on the other side of the Lanjiang River.

"Mr. H, it's time for you to come out!" Taking out the black book of the Ghost Story Association, Su Che said to it.

A chunky middle-aged man appeared next to Su Che. He wore thick black-rimmed glasses. He had an ordinary appearance, a flat nose and thick lips, a high hairline, and a faint tendency to go bald. The Han Jinlin seen in the head ghost talk looks very similar, but there are some differences between the two, just like a pair of twin brothers.

"President." An autistic expression appeared on Mr. H's face, obviously appearing in the current state, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Su Che looked at Mr. H in front of him, thought for a moment, and threw the black book of the Ghost Story Association to Mr. H, "How many of the ghost stories you have collected for more than ten years are true and how many are false? By now Don't hide it, take out what you need!"

"..." Mr. H was a little embarrassed, and said a number in an inaudible voice, but Su Che couldn't hear it clearly, "How much did you say?"

"Five...five..." Mr. H increased his voice, "but there are still a few that are about to turn into real ghost stories."

"Ten years...five?" Su Che looked at the ashamed Mr. H with wide eyes.

Mr. H tried to explain, "Something was taken away by those lunatics I said earlier..."

"Forget it, tell me first, how did you turn the fictional ghost story into reality?" Su Che continued to ask.

"Recruit members to let them enter the ghost story. As I fabricated the fictional ghost story, it became more and more perfect in the process of their participation, and then spread out through the ghost story radio station, and it became real when it was passed on." Mr. H explained, "It takes a long time for every strange talk to turn from fiction to reality..."

"Of course, you can also directly capture the existing urban ghost stories in the book, but..."

"It's nothing but, you just say you're a piece of trash, if you can't beat them, you're just fine?" Su Che went straight to Mr. H's vitals, and the effect was outstanding.

Mr. H squatted on the ground and drew a circle, "Isn't it all Han Jinlin's fault, he wants to write me directly as the president of the ghost talk association, how can there be so many nonsense..."

"It's shameful, you should quit the group." Su Che looked at Mr. H who was squatting on the ground with disgust, and snatched the black book from it.

He swears that he has collected more than 714 ghost stories in the black book for more than ten years. Although some are true and some are false, Su Che thinks that at least two-fifths of them are true. The number of ghosts can be suppressed. Unexpectedly, after holding back for a long time, Mr. H actually revealed the fact that there are only five real ghost stories in the black book.

After being ridiculed by Su Che, Mr. H obviously had no face to stay any longer. He glanced at Su Che with nothing to love, his figure faded and gradually disappeared. When it was about to disappear completely, Su Che suddenly called him, "Ten years How many people did you kill?"

"Killing people?" Mr. H's gradually disappearing figure stopped suddenly, "Heaven and earth conscience, I will spread urban legends through the strange talk radio station at most to scare people, and speed up the transformation of strange talks."

It thought for a moment, then continued, "Compared to letting those ghost stories with deep resentment and real existence into the black book, I would rather create my own ghost stories... Every real ghost story that enters the black book will greatly strengthen Han Jinlin After a short period of clarity, there is endless madness, Han Jinlin...is the most terrifying ghost story in this book...so I trapped it on that day, it only has rationality the day..."

Taking out his mobile phone, Su Che recorded the information about the black book that he heard from Mr. H in the memo, and kept flipping through the black book, and found the strange talk he had experienced in the past few days. , There was dense black air on the paper, and a greasy butcher's knife appeared in Su Che's hand, and he continued to flip through it, searching for most of the book, but did not find anything useful.

Close the pages of the book and put the butcher's knife on his waist. The black book with the ability to create strange stories has been in the hands of Mr. H for more than ten years, but it has not played any role at all. Su Che only had four words for Mr. H to maintain the expenses of the Ghost Story Association, "It's really shameful!"

Standing on the platform of Jiangdu Garden Station holding a black umbrella, it didn't take long for Su Che to welcome the first association member tonight.

This is a young man with short shaved hair. He looks to be about twenty-six or seventeen years old. He is wearing a tight sportswear, covering his body tightly. Even the exposed palms are wearing brown leather gloves. , he didn't open an umbrella, and was drenched in the rain.

Seeing Su Che standing with an umbrella on the deserted bus stop, his eyes lit up, he walked quickly, and asked, "President?"

"En." Su Che replied indifferently.

The skin on the face of the short-haired young man twitched a few times, and he said in a low voice, "It's me, Fatty Qian!"

"?" Su Che looked at Fatty Qian in surprise, "Just you, Fatty?"

Fatty Qian sneered with a stiff face, "When I first joined the association, I weighed three hundred and eighty catties. The first ghost talk was entangled by a starving ghost, and the fat all over my body was eaten by that starving ghost, leaving only skin and bones. Good luck surviving."

The words ended here, Fatty Qian didn't continue, Su Che glanced at him, but didn't ask further.

The two stood on the platform of Jiangdu Garden Station and waited for another half an hour. Two beams of headlights came from the unlit road, and a dilapidated old-fashioned Alto stopped by the side of the road, and two people got off from it.

One male and one female.

The man's complexion was pale, and his body exuded a strong smell of formalin, while the woman was tall and fat, standing by the roadside like a mountain of meat.

Except for Mr. J, who is recuperating in the Aoyama Mental Hospital, and Mr. H, who disappeared voluntarily because of embarrassment, the members of the Ghost Story Association are all here.

At this time, An Donglin's figure also appeared from the unfinished building in Jiangdu Garden, walking towards the platform.

"This is the first time we meet offline, can you introduce yourself?" Su Che looked at the crowd around him and asked.

The man with a strong formalin smell showed an ugly smile on the road, and his voice was hoarse and ugly, "I am old K, real name Kuang Cheng, and I am currently in charge of the association's strange talk radio station and recruiting newcomers."

The meat-like woman exudes an unpleasant stench from the fat oozing from the fat folds on her body. She responded with a soft voice, "Xiao Tiantian, the host of the strange talk radio station."

Fatty Qian, who arrived first, said, "Just call me Fatty Qian. I'm currently in charge of the association's accounts."

"An Donglin, you can call me Lao An." An Donglin smiled sinisterly.

Su Che introduced himself solemnly, "I, Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen!"

The weird self-introduction ends here.

Kuang Cheng, who was filled with the smell of formalin, was a little embarrassed, "President, is the salary increase you said true?"

"Don't worry, I have mastered Mr. H's private treasury, so there is no problem with raising my salary!" Su Che replied to Kuang Cheng with certainty.

When Mr. H was mentioned, everyone present realized that everyone was present, but Mr. H was the only one who didn't come. Xiao Tiantian asked suspiciously, "Why didn't Mr. H come tonight?"

"Mr. H feels that he is too shameful, and he has already gone back first, and this time we will deal with the 714 bus!" Su Che drew out the butcher's knife from his waist, "See if I can do it or not, and we'll be done! "

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Thick dark clouds piled up in the night sky, depressing and gloomy, swallowing all the light.

Complete darkness fell, and in the hazy rain, everything turned into blurred black shadows. A winding road ran from the front of the platform of Jiangdu Garden Station, and gloomy and malicious eyes looked at both sides of the road.

In front of the unfinished building in the empty Jiangdu Garden, a bus came from afar, mottled with rust and covered with moss, and slowly stopped at Jiangdu Garden Station like a coffin.

The thick darkness eroded from the No. 714 bus, engulfing everything nearby. The concrete floor began to rot, and the deserted Jiangdu Garden platform was weathered at a speed visible to the naked eye, exposing the steel bars of woven concrete.

The fat seeping from the ravines on Xiaotiantianroushan's body congealed into lumps, and his bluish-white face turned ashen. Fatty Qian's body wrapped in sportswear swelled like a blown balloon, while An Donglin's chest was flowing. His scarlet blood was also slowly shrinking inward, and he began to emit a slight corpse odor.

714 bus...

A bone-chilling chill hangs over everyone.

But Su Che didn't realize it. He walked to the front door of the bus. His old acquaintance Li Zhiwen turned his neck slowly and with difficulty. Looking at Su Che who walked to the front door of the bus from an angle.

Kicking on the door, Su Che shouted loudly, "Master Li, it's me, I'm here to find you, open the door!"

The cold wind blew his sleeves, and the raindrops that came in from the gap in the umbrella wet Su Che's hair. Li Zhiwen's white eyes met Su Che who was kicking the door.

Li Zhiwen's elbow holding the steering wheel suddenly trembled, and the oppressive and gloomy No. 714 bus suddenly kicked the accelerator. The No. 714 bus drove past Su Che without even opening the door, accelerated out of the platform, and sped towards the winding road in the distance.

Looking at the 714 bus far away, Su Che took an umbrella for a long time before he realized it.

"Don't let us get in the car?" Su Che quickly rushed to the old Alto car parked opposite, and shouted to everyone in the Guidan Association, "What are you doing in a daze, chase after me!"

"Don't let it get away tonight."

Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the members of the Ghost Story Association, looking at Su Che who opened the door of the old-fashioned Alto car, "What do you mean, don't let it run away tonight? Can you listen to what people can say?"

"No time, get in the car!"

......

In the hazy rain, the buildings with blurred outlines retreated rapidly from the shadows on both sides of the road, and pairs of malicious eyes stuck to the window glass of the No. 714 bus.

On the empty and dark road, an old Alto car is crazily chasing the rusty and mossy bus ahead.

"Slow down, slow down, President, you're speeding!" The meat-like Britney was sitting in the co-pilot, with cold sweat pouring out of her greasy face and grease splashing all over her face, her face paled with fright.

Three men were squeezed into the narrow back seat, and it was airtight. The strong formalin mixed with the faint smell of corpses and volatilized stomach acid permeated the compartment.

"Slow down, I don't believe I can't catch up with it!" Su Che gritted his teeth. Li Zhiwen is such an unnatural ghost. When we met for the first time, whoever tried so hard to get in the car by himself did not expect to see him in less than half a month. , it turns its face faster than a book, and now it doesn't even open the door.

After a desperate pursuit, the distance between the Alto car and the No. 714 bus is rapidly shortening, the buildings on both sides of the road are retreating rapidly, and the rain is getting bigger and bigger, and it is crackling on the windshield.

"There are people on the platform ahead, it has to stop!"

Under the dim light of the street lights, Su Che saw a hunchbacked old lady standing on the platform illuminated by the dim light of the yellow street lights. She was wearing a thick cotton padded coat covered with patterns, like a shroud.

The No. 714 bus drove into the platform and slowed down slowly. Under Su Che's gaze, Li Zhiwen opened the front door of the bus without even stopping.

Only half of the bare elbow was left, waving to the hunchbacked old lady standing on crutches on the platform, telling her to get on the train quickly.

The old lady hesitated for a moment, and the No. 714 bus passed her quickly without stopping at all. The old lady was stunned for a moment, "I haven't gotten on the bus yet!"